Poetry > Hoegard Harfoot's Poetry > Annúminas


by Hoegard Harfoot
January 19, 2011

The mighty city of old Arnor
Rising up on western lakeside shore
Fallen to ruin after the war

High seat to kings of men of old
Brought alive in legends retold
Known for the Dunédain so bold

Evening twilight does keep it still
The final hold of King Valandil
Ancient home to line of Elendil